Code

He pulled back just enough to see Jisung's face fully. His hands still rested on the alpha's shoulders, but tension appeared in them. He looked straight into Jisung's eyes, and his pupils dilated slightly - not from arousal, but from the sudden, painful resentment that flared up.

"So, in your opinion, I'm a distraction?" Minho asked, and in his quiet voice, there was a clear edge. Not loud, not hysterical, but heavy, viscous, like his own pheromones. "Am I bothering you? Am I pulling you away from your code?"

Jisung blinked, not immediately catching the change in tone. He felt how under his fingers, still gripping Minho's sides, the omega's tension vibrated in fine tremors. The warm weight on his lap suddenly stopped being cozy, turning into a smoldering ember that burned through the fabric of his sweatpants.

"I didn't mean that," he said quickly, trying to catch Minho's slipping gaze. "You're not a distraction, you... you know. It's just work. One block of code. I need to finish the thought, and then I'm all yours."

or: Minho is pregnant and wants attention from his husband, and Jisung is buried in code.